Now that I am dead, I know everything.

You can pretty much trace when the big individual indebtedness kicked in, and it was when the credit card became generally available.

You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.

You can examine the whole 19th century from the point of view of who would have maxed out their credit cards. Emma Bovary would have maxed hers out. No question. Mr. Scrooge would not have. He would have snipped his up.

It doesn't really matter what "genre" your book is. What matters is that it's a good book of its kind. Whatever that kind may be.

War is what happens when language fails.

we lived in the gaps between the stories